"Hahaha, grandchild, you performed really well!" Old Gecko laughed heartily.
Si Yan tidied her new clothes, smeared her face with mud again, and then turned around, ready to leave.
Old Gecko coaxed earnestly, "Go hold his hand! Go embrace him! Don't you cultivate by making contact with him?"
"Your space is too small; it can't even fit one of your grandfather's fingernails. Grandfather can't even roll over here. Come on, come on, come on! Make intimate contact with him! Grandfather needs a big space!"
Si Yan directly severed her connection with the space, refusing to listen to Old Gecko's babbling.
Wang Liang followed behind Si Yan. His head was slightly lowered, and his expression was gloomy and terrifying.
"This cave is really deep," Si Yan said. "It would be a good place to hide if danger arises."
Wang Liang's eerie eyes fixed on the back of her head. "If there's an enemy attack, it would be quite a good place to hide."
